III.
Lean thy face down; drop it in These two hands, that I may hold 'Twixt their palms thy cheek and chin, Stroking back the curls of gold: 'T is a fair, fair face, in sooth-- Larger eyes and redder mouth Than mine were in my first youth.
Lean thy face down; drop it in These two hands, that I may hold 'Twixt their palms thy cheek and chin, Stroking back the curls of gold: 'T is a fair, fair face, in sooth-- Larger eyes and redder mouth Than mine were in my first youth.